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Personal Narrative: The Weekend That Changed My Life

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The weekend that changed my life One of the most important memories that I recall the best, was two years ago when I won my first Pro-UTV race of my life. That day I realized something that I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I was always around racing my entire life, however that was the day it became a part of who I was as a person. There have been many times since then that I have gotten good finishes and podium spots but nothing compares to the first time ever being up on the top of a podium and giving a speech to a couple thousand people. I remember everything vividly from that day; it was the weekend of July 24, 2015. It started out getting to the race track Friday in Bark River, MI. My Dad and I had gotten there …show more content…

I was put third one over, I have never had a worst nervousness in my life while I was sitting at that starting line, my hands and arms were shaking so badly. It was by far the most nervous I have ever been in my life, I was scared and excited at the same time. I said a quick prayer and got ready as the official put up the yellow flag which meant green was next and the race would start. The green flag dropped and I pulled the hole shot into the first corner and I never looked back. I lead all 10 laps of that race and I won, I was in such shock that I won. I got up onto the podium and I was at such a loss of words from the adrenaline and the excitement that I completely forgot everything I practiced in case I made it up onto the podium. That might have been the worst speech I have ever made but nothing would have brought my mood down after that win. My friends that came to the race, ended up missing it because they went to buy snow-cones before the race but the race started earlier than they thought. My friends were on their way back to the grandstands when I was on the Podium giving my horrible speech but after they came and jumped in the RZR with me to ride back down to the pits to celebrate the win. On the way down, the security at the gate yelled "you're not allowed to drive through here!" I drove

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